Disclaimer: manga and characters not mine.

Loosely based on the manga, The Killing Method of a Dragon, but I have defiantly taken quite a few liberties with it!

Updates will probably come about once a month, despite the fact that I have this story planned out to the end already, writing it down and revising and revising and revising(Because I do tend to revise what I've written 6-7 times until I am happy with it) each chapter will take some time.

I should also mention that there will be much in the way of the boy kisses (AkuRoku) but nothing to hardcore.

If you are still interested in reading, then I proudly present:

The Killing Of A Dragon King

Prologue:

Once upon a time, long, long ago, the Earth was at peace.

It was a time when the grass was a deep green and the sky a brilliant blue, and there were two kingdoms, regal and proud.

The Silver King, known to his people as Xemnas, ruled over the humans with a heavy hand. Strict and absolute, the commoners feared the Silver King, though most had nothing to worry over as long as they did not anger the King, for the King's wrath was a blind fury, shielding him from all reason. Despite this flaw, he was considered a good, fair King in the earlier years of his reign.

The Dragon Queen ruled to the east of the Silver King's lands. She was a good and kind Queen, ruling fair and just over all magical beings. Many centuries old was this Queen, and her lifetime had seen many a war fought between the two kingdoms, the senseless death of comrades on both sides. This peace was seen as a blessing in her eyes and the Dragon Queen was willing to offer even her life to ensure a safe future.

As time passed and the peacetime continued, the Silver King became less and less content with his riches and power. Such malcontent started out as a seedling, a mere thought that fluttered across his mind, taking root, growing, stretching until it became something much larger, filling his head. He wanted everything that was not his, and the more he mulled it over, the more he saw just what exactly he didn't have. The magical beings were nothing but animals; their humanoid forms nothing but a mirage. And the King knew, then, where he had left to conquer, and sent out his armies the very next day, laden with weapons and spells stolen from the magical beings themselves, into the lands of the Dragon Queen.

On that first day, countless homes were decimated, beings killed, and just like that the peace was shattered.

Many years passed and the fighting never ceased. The Dragons Queen's treaties were met with distain and laughter by Xemnas, who ripped each one sent his way in half.

It was then that the Queen made her decision. If the violence carried on, the warring energies would rip the Earth apart, resulting in the loss of both kingdoms. Every sounding of trumpets and roar of the dragons was nothing more than a herald to the coming apocalypse. When the Silver King finally reached the gates of the White City, the Dragon Queen flew high above the armies, spreading her magnificent wings. All fighting halted as she drew in energy, a swirl of colors and light so bright that soon the soldiers and mages were forced to look away and cover their eyes. With a harsh cracking noise the Dragon Queen exploded into hundreds of pieces.

When the people were able to once again able to open their eyes, they were aghast with the sight before them. The once gleaming city lay before them in a pile of rubble, not a single trace of the once mighty magical beings left behind to solidify that they once existed. Xemnas, realizing his mission had failed, shouted to the heavens, cursing the Dragon Queen for robbing him of his victory.

The Silver King disappeared that very night, running off into the darkness with nothing but his injured pride and a plot for revenge. For the sneaky king had seen what others had not. When all had looked away, sky had split open amidst the explosion and the dragons pulled through. With the Queen's death a new world had opened, and he was going to find it.

And thus the magical beings faded from most memories, becoming nothing more than scary tales and magical stories told to wide-eyed children in front of fires on the darkest of night

The huge open and airy hall was silent. A gentle breeze passing through the large arches that led in from the courtyard. Occasionally a fairy would flutter in, circling the wide stone pillars that ran down the length of the room, before swooping upward and into one of the many ivy covered alcoves and carvings worked into the upper reaches of the walls and across the ceiling. A small blonde boy around the age of eighteen sat at the far end of the room, knees hugged to his chest and his usual scowl on his face. Next to him a large wooden door stood ajar and the voices of those in the room beyond could just barely be heard through the gap.

"You wish for tha-that whelpling to be made King?" Said whelpling, sitting right outside the room, deepened his frown. 'I know I'm not the ideal choice, but must they sound so disgusted'

"I concur whole-heartedly! Prince Roxas has trouble with even the most simplest of spells, let alone achieve mastery in any element. Her Royal Majesty Queen Namine excelled in Ice magics. Queen Larxene; lighting. King Sora; healing. Need I go on?" As each of his ancestors was named, the teen's heart sank deeper and deeper, knowing that everything said was true, the blonde had trouble with even the most rudimentary of spell castings, even if he was declared fit for the throne he could never hope to live up to their image. He couldn't help the small bubble of despair that had settled in his chest.

Blue eyes began to mist, tears gathering at the corners ready to fall as he heard a murmur of agreement with the previous statement. Several more comments were thrown about, most taking jabs at the boy's ineptitude. All the while he sat and listened, hoping, praying that a certain someone would step in and speak on his behalf.

Despite his shortcomings, Roxas was a smart boy, and kind too, though not many saw that side of him. He was an outcast, blessed with the powers of light and necromancy, two of the most rare and dangerous elements, making him an oddity. His lack of magic skills only added to his situation. To have such power and yet not know how to yield was a shame, or so he had been told many a time. He had had a friend once, a best friend in a unicorn named Hayner. They had accepted each other and were almost never seen apart. It had been that way until two years ago, when Hayner had disappeared. At first Roxas had felt abandoned, left behind, thinking his friend had gotten tired of him. It wasn't until several others; their numbers steadily increasing over the years, vanished as well that Roxas realized that Hayner had only been the first.

Though his necromancy skills were what made Roxas the best candidate, there were many reservations as well as other dragons fighting for the throne. Most wanted it for the prestige it gave them; Roxas wanted it because he knew that with the rise in disappearances the King would be sent to discover and eliminate the source of the missing people. He figured he owed it to Hayner to do this, even if he couldn't save his best friend, he could prevent it from happening to others.

Wanting to leave these painful thoughts behind him, Roxas tuned back into what the council members were saying.

"The role of the king is to protect our world, and with these huge numbers of missing beings, we need a king we can place our faith in, and that dragon is not and never will be that king!"

"Stop with this nonsense," a brash, deep voice spoke up for the first time. The boy out in the hall felt his hopes rise, even if by only a small amount. "The boy is a necromancer. He possesses the ability to channel past kings and queens; do you realize just how powerful that makes Roxas? He is weak on his own, yes, but with his ancestors? Practically unstoppable. Why would we abandon such power to the wind?"

The blonde was fuming; he had thought High Councilman Leon believed in him, Roxas, not just his magic. When they had talked earlier the older man had reassured him that he was on his side. Instead, all Leon cared about were his powers. 'Well screw you Leon! When I become king I'll show you just what I can do. They will all be regret the day that they ever doubted me!'

And with that Roxas bolted down the large hall, skirting around the various flower ensembles as his legs continued to carry him through the garden. Stopping in front of an ornately carved wooden door, the blue eyed boy quickly disappeared into the room beyond, fairly content to let his anger sizzle until he was to tired to keep his eyes open a second longer.

He never did hear the council members murmuring their agreement to Leon's statement, nor the vote that was held not long after. The brunette was happy with the direction the meeting had taken, feeling a weight taken off his shoulders when the rightful candidate was chosen. Roxas was to be crowned king, and Leon was convinced that he was the only dragon capable of carrying them through the storm brewing ahead. The kid had heart and determination and he would save them all.

The blonde had refused to leave his chambers all day, even going so far as to refuse all requests to enter as well as any food or water. Roxas was very much pleased to sit in his large bay window overlooking the forest, reading and tuning out the rest of the world in general. Yesterdays eavesdropping session only solidified his fears that the council would hand over his rightful position as king to someone less qualified.

Not that Roxas was all that qualified himself, but what he lacked in magic skills he made up for in other areas. He was intelligent and resourceful, not to mention that he was the wielder of both Oblivion and OathKeeper, the legendary Dragon Swords. But besides all of that Roxas was raised by his father, the previous king, to be selfless, to put others and his world before himself, and it was that very quality that made him king worthy.

A sharp rap to the door brought the blonde out of his revere, 'What do they want now?' He stood quickly, maneuvering around his bed and through the section of his room used as a seating area, coming to a halt at the door. "Go away, I do not wish to see anyone!"

"Roxas, you will let me in this instant whether you wish to see me or not." Recognizing the stern voice, Roxas's eyes widened then narrowed, remembering yesterday's betrayal.

Before he had the chance to deny the High Councilman's request, the door was flung open and the brunette strolled through, reclosing the door in his wake. "Roxas we need to talk, preparations must be made, and yet you insist on locking yourself in your chambers-"

Not caring to hear the rest, and just wanting the offending man to get to the point of his rude visit, Roxas cut in, "What do you want Leon?"

Leon, whose arms had been waving frantically as his speech had progressed, now turned to look directly at the blonde with confusion "Roxas?" The question plainly heard in his voice. When no answer was forthcoming as to the young dragons' strange behavior he continued, "I have come to tell you-"

Roxas grunted in frustration and once again the brunette was cut off, "Come to tell me what exactly?" He seethed, "How weak I am? How you lied to me? How you told me you had faith in me, Roxas, the biggest screw up in dragon lore, but really all you wanted was my ancestors? Because please go on I would love to hear what exactly you have to say!"

"Wha-? I never lied to you! I meant every word I said." Leon's face scrunched up tight in confusion at the words being thrown at him.

The confusion, easily read on the others face, set Roxas over the edge. "Oh so I suppose the council-"

Now it was Roxas turn to be drowned out by the brunette's shouting. "The council? That is what this is about? I told them exactly what they wanted to hear, what else was I supposed to do? 'Oh by the way vote for Roxas because I believe he can do it!'" the man threw a fist into the air, reminiscent of cheering, though the sarcasm ruined the effect. " That's not what they wanted to hear. What they care about is having a king powerful enough and strong enough to protect us; they don't give a damn about anything else… and you know what? You should be damn well grateful because that was what got you the throne."

The blonde froze as those last few words sunk in, mouth open and hands up, poised and ready to interject into Leon's ranting. Was he really hearing what he think he was? "What?" Arms dropped and words died on his lips, remaining unsaid as blue eyes widened.

"You, Roxas, are king."

The next week or so was a flurry of activity. Everybody rushed about planning and prepping for the big day, the coronation. Roxas himself had little participation in these roles, for he had a bigger concern on his hands. While the maids spent their days picking out fabrics and silverware for the afterfeast, the blonde was locked away in the library, studying and looking over state affairs. Not the most exciting of jobs, but necessary all the same.

And now the big day had arrived.

The blonde was currently standing outside of the Dragon Queen's shrine, shifting his weight between his feet, a nervous habit. Built hundreds of years ago when the world was first created, it was made in honor of the Dragon Queen who willing gave her life for their people and set an example for all future leaders.

The shrine was well taken care of and made of the finest white marble in the land. Intricate carvings decorated the matching marble doors, depicting the great battle, while grand statues of past kings and queen lined the walkways and staircases that led to the entrance.

Roxas had visited the holy building on many occasions but never had he had the honor of attending a ceremony as important as this, and most certainly never could have dreamed to be the guest of honor. And yet here he was, loitering outside of his own coronation, glancing around in awe, attempting to disguise the fact that he was too nervous to take the next step, but who was he trying to kid? Could he really do this? Was he really the right choice? 'Do I even have a chance? Or am I doomed to failure?'

After quite a long time battling with his nerves, Roxas finally gathered the courage to push open the doors and head inside, coming to the drawn out conclusion that whether or not he was right for the job he owed it to all of Dragonkind to at least try.

He quickly made his way over to a group of priest huddled in front of another set of doors, wooden this time, who were apparently waiting for their future king to make an appearance. One of the taller men broke away from the group once Roxas was spotted and slipped through the doors to alert the High Priest that the coronation could proceed.

Music suddenly filled the air signaling his arrival. All at once the blondes' previous worries came to the forefront again, but it was too late now, and all he could do was hope and pray that he didn't screw this up.

The doors opened, cueing Roxas to begin the trek forward and down the center aisle. He began to admire the hall, taking in the space as he tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach, noticing how the pillars and columns stretched forever upwards, then the crowds that stood politely in the pews facing the huge marble alter and throne at the front of the room. At the sight of the crowds it all became so surreal. While glancing over the many faces, he managed to catch sight of Leon, eyes briefly connected, long enough to alleviate the nerves Roxas had been holding onto.

Reaching the platform, the boy was instructed to kneel and bow his head. Roxas couldn't believe that this was really happening. The High Priest began chanting in the Olden Tongue, blessing Roxas, and his Kingship. "Querdea omna…"

After a while, Roxas tuned out the proceedings, simply doing what he was told and it wasn't until many hours and speeches later that the delicate silver crown, inlaid with blood red rubies and touches of gold leaf was finally laid upon his head.

"Long live his Majesty, King Roxas!" It was a thunderous roar, and one of the loudest rackets the newly appointed King had ever heard in his life.

The party was then moved to the castle ballroom, which had been prepared and lavishly decorated the week before.

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off Roxas shoulders. He knew that the road ahead would be perilous and far from easy, but now he was in a position to help and no one could take that away from him. But now all worries aside, it was time to celebrate and be at ease, if only for the night.

See ya later Alligators!

~GL